I was late,
And you were gone...

In this picture,
this is what I see...
and this is what happened...

It's a complicated feeling that I want to express it so much,
That I just don't know how to do it?



And Surprisingly,
I didn't think too much about it...
maybe i just learnt to stop! X)

My thoughts were,
you treat everyone almost the same,
How do I even know that I'm special,
or maybe still stand for a chance...

Maybe i'm just the same as all the guys...
But Somehow,
I'm telling you that I'm not...
I'm really not...

Researching,
Compiling,
Interpreting,
Observing and being understanding...